Noctisardor Bypass Be my rest, be my fantasy

Fig could sense he still hadn’t eased her anxiety. He wanted to ask her to talk to him about it, open up to him. He would’ve pressed had he been in therapist mode, but their relationship had shifted. He was smart enough to know when to push and when to let it be, and the last thing he wanted was to push her too far and end up losing her.

So, he stood when she did, but hesitated to follow right away. Letting her take the lead a few steps while he simply stood and admired her with a small smile.